This is a song about "Sitting on the gutter as a kid walks by punch him in the mouth make a weak dog cry"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Who thought that light could shine on a spot in the gutter,

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Love my women with high heels and high standards

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

As the so called weak weep and cry

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for